What is more singularly human than to adorn our lives with objects. Objects that accompany us to a time bastardized by memory, that remind us in our isolation of people we can no longer hold. That split us open at the hinges and leave us bare to the world.… More
Two Stories
FLASH FICTION by Rebecca KlassenHe was frightened that his wife had gone over the edge, that the neighbours would gossip about the crazy lady taken away in the night. I imagined his daughter’s classmates telling her that her mother had screamed so loudly that all the birds had flown away.… More
Christmas Bird
FLASH FICTION by Kip KnottThere was no oasis. No needles. Only mirages. Like the imaginary tar pit that turned his bebop jaunt into a slog. And the swarm of bees that punctured him with empty stingers. Even the music came to life in the form of a fanged-beak, blood-red buzzard that circled overhead.… More
What You Don’t Fix
FLASH FICTION by Bethany BrunoThe garage still smelled like her. Motor oil and lavender detergent. She used to change the oil in both trucks. Said she liked the quiet under the chassis. Said it made her feel like a mechanic and not just someone’s wife.… More
Obituary / Bryant Farmer (1975-2025)
FLASH FICTION by Delphine Gauthier-GeorgakopoulosAs her non-existent father figure, Gwyneth shall mourn him for what could have been rather than what was.… More
Two Stories
FLASH FICTION by Kim MagowanMy wife says I need to give a shit. I say I never understood that expression. Who would want to be given shit? She agrees that it’s a peculiar expression, but that’s beside the point.… More
THE BLENDER
FICTION by Jeffrey M. FeingoldSometimes it’s too much, just too much. Really, God, if you’re up there, I just don’t know what’s wrong with you, sometimes. Can’t you give a Jew a break?… More
Your Feature Presentation Will Begin Momentarily
FLASH FICTION by Mike McHoneInstead of sitting in my mother’s living room, thirty-one, drunk, and jobless, I would be twenty-one, sober, and doing something responsible and worthwhile and American, like fighting in a war somewhere, and everything would look like a 1940s comic book… More
Still Life with Brass Section and Sea Creatures as Mixed Metaphors
FLASH FICTION by Jenny StalterYour body is a dead and rusty brass section. French-horn shoulders and cornet forearms, tuba torso, your head a trumpet that cannot sing of how you’ve come to be this funky metal. When you speak, it’s all screeching off-pitch.… More
Neil’s Prostate
FLASH NONFICTION by Neil ConnellyHonestly, I thought I meant more to Neil. For every orgasm, from his shady teenage fumblings in sullied sheets to the creation of both his sons, I was there. Always reliable. Plugging away. Doing my prostate thing.… More
Two Stories
FLASH FICTION by Abbie DollWe die, he says. Utters that last syllable bombastically—spits it out with firework freshness, so much so that I swear I can see the concept of death colliding with his premature psyche, making its meteoric crater in the smooth terrain of his young and innocent mind.… More
